May 2nd.
Yesterday I went out on the train that brings in refugees
and saw the Mexicans. They had on three thousand cartridges,
much hair, hats as high as church steeples, and lots of dirt.
The Selig Moving Picture folks took many pictures of us and
several "stills," in which the war correspondent was shown
giving cigarettes to the brigands. Also, I had a wonderful
bath in the ocean off the aviation camp. I borrowed a suit
from one of the aviators, and splashed and swam around for an
hour. My! it was good. It reminded me of my dear Bessie,
because the last time I was in the ocean was with her.
Maybe you know what is going on, but we do not. So I
just hustle around all day trying to find news as I did when I
was a reporter. It is hot enough here even for me, and I have
lost about eight pounds of that fat I laid in during our North
Pole winter!
VFRA CRUZ-May 8, 1914.
